Poppy field
Among the Poppy field
Where, we use to meet
Wearing the moon lite
Sitting under the stars
Which were mostly in your eyes
And few on the sky
Drinking the vine of your smile
Illuminated by the light of your eyes
I was drown to you like a moth
I stayed at a distance
Collecting memories
Wrapped in your scent
As I knew, if I came close
That will be the end of this moth
I wanted us to be together
Sitting among the poppy field
For ever, slipping into eternity
Not knowing, that burning in your love
And dying in your fire
Was the only way to be One with you.
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